Another guard felt a sharp pain in his wrist; Song Yan had kicked him, and his gun flew out of his hand.

The man next to the leader suddenly felt his hand go numb as Song Yan grabbed it, and the gun went back into its holster.

"It's you?"

"Who taught you your skills?"

Song Yan had intended to ask for a favor, but somehow she ended up in this state. She immediately stopped when someone spoke to her. Looking at the person who seemed to know her, Song Yan confirmed that she didn't recognize him.

"Don't move!"

Song Yan felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as the hard muzzle of the gun was pressed directly against his head.

The bodyguard, Xiao Zhang, pointed a gun at Song Yan and said, "Put your hands up."

It would be unwise for Song Yan to resist at this point, and she wouldn't be able to explain herself clearly anyway. But raising her hands... "Ouch!" Song Yan's leg was kicked by the guard. She knelt down, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain; she couldn't resist any longer.

"Don't hurt her!" shouted the soldier who seemed to know her.

The commander shouted, "Don't hurt her."

Bodyguard Xiao Zhang: "She's so skilled, she must be a spy. Hands up."

"I gave you the chance to point a gun at me. Don't forget you didn't pull out your gun just now!" Song Yan realized he had a tough personality; the words "raise your hands" sounded so awful!

The guard, Xiao Zhang, blushed.

Another guard, Zhou Gang, also blushed as he picked up his gun.

"Put your gun away! Even if she tried to take it from you right now, you wouldn't be as fast as her." The soldier next to the commander stepped forward and helped Song Yan up. "Are you alright?"

Song Yan shook his head, wondering, "How do you know me?"

"Commander, she's the comrade I was talking about, the girl who managed to snatch a pistol from Wan Xianghua, the quick-draw gunman," Secretary Fang said.

The other three were very surprised!

Song Yan's gaze swept across the leader's face. Could people who are not related by blood look so alike?